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I saw them beating you and I could do nothing.

I could not watch anyfurther

you could not scream they would not let you

they would not stop untill you did

I felt sooooo guilty.

I had done nothing for any of you.

i didnt even speak out

I carry your scream with me

I met you on Facebook.

tortured blackened and brused and still they hurt you

still they beat you on the cold floor with boy shorts

evil. evil. evil.

I cry for you

I bleed tears for you

you are my son as much as my own

the terror of your heart

the pain in your soul

the breaking of your body

wont leave me.

I couldnt even share it.

I am a coward.

Evil is as evil does.

blood shed and pain are no Godly ways

Sin is Sin.

I love you for your pain young boy not looking of even 16

I hurt for you

and I loved you the moment I saw your hopless bravery

I know nothing of the other pain only what was shown

I thank you beautiful boy who suffered and suffer and the hands of evil men

You dearest young man have brought me closer to my God

my lovely lamb if I could hold you take it all for you

if I had the courage to do more than see the hopelessness through these tears

dear sweet boy you have saved my soul

may the lord save yours

Dear God,

Please...